"Are you going to Sangatte's to-morrow night?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"That will do," he answered. "I'll look out for you there. I only want to have a short chat."
With a careless wave of his hand, which was obviously not intended to include Maurice, he sat back in his seat, and the motor rolled on up Park Lane.
"Pleasant fellow, Lammersfield," I observed mischievously.
Maurice stared after the departing vehicle with anything but an amiable expression.
"They don't seem to find him particularly pleasant in the Cabinet," he retorted.
I was sufficiently ignorant of English politics for this to be news to me.
"Perhaps he is misunderstood," I suggested gently. "A great many of us are."
Maurice looked at me keenly. "You're in a devilish funny mood this morning," he said. "I'm sorry for the people you're going to do business with."